In the car, Li Jiuzheng said something familiar to Shijin: "This is the car I asked my second brother to borrow."
Shi Jin: "... Hmm." Does your second brother know that he has so many cars
No words on the way, the car went quietly.
A quarter of an hour later, the car stopped in a community attached to a medical school in the south of the university town. Shijin was puzzled and asked, "Aren't you going to eat?"
"Well, go to my house for dinner, and I will give you longevity noodles." Li Jiuzheng replied, stepping out of the car first, and after going around to the car, he magically took out two bags of ingredients from the trunk.
Shi Jinhou got out of the car and followed him. He choked for a while when he saw this, and asked dryly, "Do you still cook?"
"A little bit." Li Jiuzheng answered seriously, a bit stiff.
Shi Jin was silent, pretending not to know that the cooking idiot in the memory of the original owner was Li Jiuzheng, and stepped forward and took a shopping bag in his hand.
"I can..." Li Jiuzheng reached out to get the bag back.
Shijin walked away from his hand and said, "You are holding things in both hands. How can you open the door later? Let's go, if you want to cook by yourself, the lunch break is not enough. Let's hurry up."
Li Jiuzheng retracted his hand and looked at Shi Jin's natural gentle posture when he said these words. He suddenly squinted and laughed and pressed him to Shi Jin's side.
Shi Jin's hair stood up, and he barely suppressed the urge to back up, and asked, "What's the matter?"
"Xiao Jin, you are so considerate." Li Jiuzheng praised, tilted his head and bumped his shoulder, then refused to give him a chance to push himself away, and immediately left him briskly and walked towards the residential building in front of him, greeted him. , "Come on, our house is on the top floor, and the scenery is very good."
How come it has become our home again.
Shi Jin couldn't keep up with the changes in Li Jiuzheng's thoughts and emotions. He moved his bumped shoulder and stepped to follow.
This hospital affiliated community is small, with only two buildings. Probably all the residents have gone to work, so the community looks a bit deserted. Li Jiuzheng took Shi Jin all the way in. After getting on the elevator, he directly pressed the highest floor, and then stared at Shi Jin through the elevator door openly.
Shijin couldn't pretend to be blind, and asked, "What's the matter?"
Li Jiuzheng smiled and replied: "I just think Xiaojin looks good."
Shijin admits defeat in his heart, and politely blunts each other in business: "I think Brother Fifth is better."
"Really." Li Jiuzheng touched his face and said seriously, "but I don't like my looks very much."
Shijin remembered the words Li Jiuzheng said in front of his mother's grave. He glanced at Li Jiuzheng's eyes that were obviously sinking when he said these words. He frowned slightly, reached out and knocked on his head, and said, "It's your business that you don't like it. , I like it’s my business, and you can’t control everyone’s aesthetics.”
Li Jiuzheng had never been knocked like this before. After a few seconds, he raised his hand and pressed his head stupidly, and stared at Shijin.
"Fifth brother, the elevator is here." Shi Jin pointed to the elevator door that was gradually opening.
Li Jiuzheng regained his senses, stepped out of the elevator a little stupidly, and made a please gesture towards Shi Jin, and said in a spirited voice: "Please, please come in, our house is room 3602, don't remember it wrong..."
Shi Jin walked out of the elevator and found the door of 3602, walked over first, stopped at the door and looked at Li Jiuzheng.
Li Jiuzheng still stopped by the elevator to look at him, his expression still stunned, as if he couldn't digest the picture at this time. The elevator door closed with a light noise, and he was shocked. His hollow eyes suddenly regained his spirit. He laughed before he said a word. He walked quickly to Shi's side and opened the door and said, "Little, Xiao Jin, we are home, and I will make longevity noodles for you."
Shijin looked at his trembling hands and slightly flushed ears, sighed in his heart, reached out his hand and took the key that he could not always insert into the keyhole, and helped him open the door.
The door opened, and the heating came out along the crack of the door. At the same time, the entrance and the living room decorated in a warm and comfortable way were exposed behind the door.
This time Jin was stunned. In the memory of the original owner, Li Jiuzheng is a person who doesn't pay much attention to the living environment. He lives in a casual manner. He prefers cool colors and instinctively rejects warm things in style. His depressing decoration in Rongcheng, the dean's office with black, white and gray colors, as cold as a coffin, is one of the last nightmare of the original owner's life.
But the house in front of you is full of warm and comfortable flavors, from light gray short-haired carpets to soft and spacious fabric sofas, from cartoon-shaped doormats to log-toned furniture, from sunflowers hanging on the wall. In the abstract painting, the beige curtains are really cold tones. They are all warm and warm. Even the corners of the furniture are rounded and polished, and there is no sharp thing to be found.
This is not like the house where Li Jiuzheng would live. No one in Shi's family would decorate the house like this.
However, Shi Jin doesn't hate this decoration style. To be precise, he kind of likes the sofa that is easy to lie down on.
When Shijin was looking at the house, Li Jiuzheng was also looking at him.
Shi Jin’s expression is so easy to understand, the surprise and surprise on his face and the slight liking in his eyes can be seen through at a glance. Li Jiuzheng followed his gaze to look at his newly-changed sofa, his tight nerves slowly relaxed, and his lips were exposed. With a smile, he stepped through the door first, bent down and took out a pair of plush slippers from the shoe cabinet and put them in front of him, and said, "Come in, it's cold outside."
Shi Jin returned to his senses, realizing that the line of sight he had just stared at the sofa seemed a bit too explicit, he coughed awkwardly, stepped into the house, closed the door with his backhand, and then handed the key to Li Jiuzheng.
"This key is for you." Li Jiuzheng did not pick up the key, but took the shopping bag in his hand by mistake, and said with a smile, "I'll get you something to drink. You can sit in the living room for a while. "After that, he lowered his head and kicked off his shoes, put on another pair of plush slippers like Shijin's, and carried his things to the kitchen.
Shijin watched him leave, glanced at the key in his hand, frowned and hesitated for a while, then put the key in his pocket.
I always feel that if I don’t take the key, he will definitely hear some kind of glass shattering again...
After changing his shoes, he stepped into the living room, first turned around with curiosity, then sat on the sofa with restraint, felt the softness of the sofa, took off his scarf and jacket with satisfaction, and picked up the coffee table. It's like whoever hasn't finished reading the magazine that is still on it, and flipped through it casually.
A large number of incomprehensible foreign language and human body diagrams appeared in front of him. Shi Jin's hand stiffened when he flipped through the book. With a sense of awe of some kind of scumbag who accidentally broke into the world of learning tyrants, he silently put the magazine back. .
Let's play with your phone to pass the time.
He lowered his head to touch the phone in his pocket.
"Xiao Jin, do you drink juice or milk?" Li Jiuzheng probed from the kitchen, holding an apron in his hand, as if he was about to put it on.
Li Jiuzheng, apron... Shi Jin's mind flashed Li Jiuzheng in a white coat holding a scalpel, standing silently in the dark, shaking his heart, resignedly put down his hands and stood up, and said, "The juice is good, myself. Come on." I don’t have to worry about being drugged in the juice... Don’t blame him for being too nervous, it’s that the terrible doctor Li Jiuzheng left too heavy a psychological shadow on the original owner, making him subconsciously afraid of this five. elder brother.
Li Jiuzheng seemed to instantly understand the deep meaning of his sentence, the smile on his face suddenly became lighter, and his voice lowered, and said, "Come on, the juice is in the refrigerator."
Shijin: "..." It was broken and broken again.
…
The two brothers stood side by side in the kitchen, one holding a cup to pour juice, and the other standing by the counter to compete with the other dough.
Shi Jin Yuguang swept across Li Jiuzheng's kneading movement, a storm of surprise blew up in his heart, and asked, "You actually know how to cook?"
Li Jiuzheng glanced sideways at him, her lips tightened, and continued to knead the dough.
This reaction...
"Are you angry?" Shijin asked actively.
"No, I won't be angry with you." Li Jiuzheng replied.
What a liar, this is obviously suffocating.
The current Li Jiuzheng is not the same as the original owner and the Li Jiuzheng in his memory. The temperament he showed is not the cold and terrible temperament in the original owner’s last memory, nor is it the love of books in the original owner’s original memory, and it’s not what he remembered. Full of crazy pain and killing intent, but an active, smiling, sensitive and easy-to-understand, completely ordinary person. Facing such a Li Jiuzheng, he was inexplicably cold-hearted and said cruel words.
Shi Jin had a short mouth, and changed the subject and said: "This side is awake in advance, right? You got up very early to prepare for the lunch meal?"
Li Jiuzheng's kneading movement became stiff, and suddenly turned on the gas stove sideways, and said while putting a small pot on the shelf, "I didn't get up very early."
It seems that I really woke up very early.
"What's in this pot?" Shijin ignored his awkwardness and continued to ask.
Li Jiuzheng held the pot tightly, and replied: "Chicken soup, used for cooking noodles... I made this soup by myself, not bought."
I also know that noodles are cooked in chicken broth. Shijin sincerely praised: "You are really good." He can even cook chicken broth. It is really good. The cooking idiot in the memory of the original owner can't even cook instant noodles.
Li Jiuzheng did not answer, but Shijin noticed that his back was slightly straightened, and he looked very happy after being praised.
Is this person really the head of a hospital, a talented young doctor? I feel more like a younger and immature student than him.
Shijin had a subtle sense of division, the ghostly cold and terrifying fifth brother in his memory, and the understanding and clumsy fifth brother next to him, they were almost two people. It's incredible, can a person really be different to this point
"Eating hot pot at noon." Li Jiuzheng suddenly said, and kneaded the dough again with a little voice, "The time is too short, I only learned to make longevity noodles, so I have hot pot for lunch... Next time, next time I will make real big The meal is for you."
Shi Jin was stunned, and looked back at the shopping bag placed on the table. Seeing that it was filled with ingredients commonly used in hot pot, the subtle sense of division in his heart suddenly disappeared—it seems that Li Jiuzheng is still the same. Li Jiuzheng, it's really hard for him to let him cook.
But such a culinary idiot actually learned to cook chicken soup and knead the dough. It is obvious that longevity noodles, just use a little boiled water on the noodles, and the next pot means it. Why do you do this? And what does it mean when the time is too short? Is it because Li Jiuzheng has been learning to make longevity noodles recently
Reason told Shijin that he shouldn't have a softhearted feeling towards Li Jiuzheng, the murderer who attempted the murder, but... He glanced at Li Jiuzheng wearing an apron and bathing in the warm light, and sighed in his heart.
Compared to the tired, cold, crazy and painful Li Jiuzheng he had seen in memory and in the past, he really liked this clumsy guy who was trying to touch warmth a little bit now.
"Which cabinet is the plate?" He finished the juice and rolled up his shirt sleeves.
Li Jiuzheng was stunned, pointed to the cupboard above his head, and said, "Here, Xiaojin, what do you want a plate for?"
"Of course it is to deal with ingredients. You can't finish all these things by yourself. I don't have a long lunch break." Shi Jin replied, reaching out to take out the dishes from the cabinet, turning around and walking to the table, and began to take them out of the shopping bag. thing.
Li Jiuzheng turned around and looked at him. After a while, he stretched out his hand to stop him, and said, "No, you have your birthday today. Just eat."
Shijin blocked his hand, motioned to the dough over there, and said, "Fifth brother, I'm hungry. At most half an hour, I want to see your noodles come out of the pot."
Li Jiuzheng stared at him, the emotions between his eyebrows and eyes settled a little bit, his lips were tightened, and he suddenly reached out to hug him, and said, "Xiao Jin, I'm sorry, I'll take you out to eat. Let's go out to eat."
"What silly thing to say?" Shijin pushed him away, lowered his head and continued to sort out the ingredients. "These are wasted if you don't eat them. You can make more noodles and put them in the hot pot later as a staple."
Li Jiuzheng looked at his hand being pushed away, stretched out his hand to touch Shijin again, hesitated, then slowly retracted his hand, and responded in a low voice.
…
After tossing for more than half an hour, the two people put all the food on the table. The hot pot soup base was packaged and bought by Li Jiuzheng from a well-known hot pot chain store. There are three flavors. Shi Jin saw that Li Jiuzheng had a lot of pots here, so he just cooked them all.
A table full of ingredients looked satisfying.
"You can start eating, you sit first, and I will show you the face." Li Jiuzheng took off his apron and gestured to Shi Jin and sit down.
Shi Jin responded and pulled a chair casually and sat down. After Li Jiuzheng turned to the kitchen, he picked up some poorly cooked ingredients and began to put them in the pot where the soup was boiled.
Click, suddenly there was a sound of taking pictures. Shijin paused when he put the ingredients, and looked back in the direction of the kitchen. He looked at Li Jiuzheng, and hurriedly put the phone back into his pocket, and went into the kitchen if nothing happened.
Shi Jin was speechless and withdrew his gaze. What's wrong, how can one or two like sneak shots.
On the longevity noodle table, there is only a chopstick-sized noodle lying in the big soup bowl. The noodles were not pulled well, and the thickness was not even. Shi Jin glanced at Li Jiuzheng, picked up the chopsticks, put the chopsticks into the noodle bowl under the tense gaze of the other party, pulled the chopsticks, found the head of the noodles, and clamped it up.
"Be careful, don't stop, it's unlucky." Li Jiuzheng couldn't help but leaned forward, looking like he wanted to help him hold the noodles.
Shijin wanted to laugh a little, but couldn't.
Why is it such a warm scene, but he feels a little bit to cry.
This is definitely the emotion of the original owner. He pinched himself with the other hand, evoked his sanity with the pain, lowered his head and fed the noodles into his mouth, sucking it exaggeratedly, and ate the noodles that weren’t really long. .
Click.
He looked up and faced Li Jiuzheng's mobile phone camera, and immediately rolled his eyes towards the camera without hesitation, and said, "This noodle is not enough to eat at all."
Li Jiuzheng looked at the screen of the phone and at him again. He laughed brilliantly, stood up and said, "Guild Xiaojin will live a hundred years old. There are more noodles. Wait, I'll bring them out."
Li Jiuzheng took out a bowl of noodles with eggs, shredded pork and pickles, and put them in front of Shijin instead of longevity noodles.
"Let's eat, don't eat too much, there is still hot pot I haven't eaten yet." Li Jiuzheng instructed.
Shijin held his chopsticks unceremoniously, and ate the noodles happily, not forgetting to scoop up the ingredients cooked in the hot pot with a spoon.
Li Jiuzheng looked at him with a smile, with a happy face.
Really understandable.
Shi Jin thought while eating, swallowed the noodles, and rubbed his nose with his hand.
No, really a poor person.
There are so many appearances of this person, which one is the real one
After eating, Li Jiuzheng sent Shijin back to school. The car stopped at the school gate, Shi Jin thanked and said goodbye and opened the door to get off the car, but Li Jiuzheng suddenly opened his mouth again.
"Sorry."
Shi Jin paused and looked back at him.
"And happy birthday." Li Jiuzheng greeted his gaze. After a moment of emptiness, the gentle and intimate smile that appeared most often today appeared on his face, "Xiao Jin, I am very happy today. Thank you for eating with me. ."
Now Li Jiuzheng often laughs in front of Shijin. His smile is gentle and harmless, pleasing and gentle, but every time Shijin sees his smile, he feels unreal.
What is the real Li Jiuzheng like? This question popped up in Shi Jin's mind again: a young genius, an excellent doctor, an executioner with a knife, a clumsy brother who makes noodles... Which one is the real you.
"I still remember the clothes you wore when we met again last year. You wear a long black coat with buttons to the top. Inside is a suit and shirt. There is no scarf. You look mature and indifferent. You wear white. I also remember the look of the lab coat. It was handsome and a bit scary.” Shi Jin said, his eyes fell on the warm coat he is wearing now, and he paused for a while, then said, “When my final exam is over, come and eat. Let’s have a reunion dinner, I’ll call everyone else on."
Li Jiuzheng's fingers trembled and stretched out his hand to grab his wrist, as if preventing him from leaving.
"Remember to come early. We cook and eat by ourselves, just like ordinary people do." Shijin broke away from his hand, smiled at him, said thank you, opened the door and got out of the car, and walked towards the school gate without looking back. Go, certain emotions that have been suppressed in his heart rolled, forcing him to move faster and faster.
Not like this, not like this, what a clumsy brother, what a warm and sensitive person, that is a murderer, who stands in front of the bed every night and wants to harvest the sick demon. Go back, question him, hurt him, and experience it. He returned all the pain thousands of times, and dragged him to the ground together—
Ba Ba Ba—
A familiar car whistle sounded suddenly not far away, Shijin stopped abruptly, and looked sideways to where the sound came from. He actually saw a familiar black car parked on the side of the street, startled. Frozen for a few seconds, he ran towards the car with his leg pulled out, and pulled the door hard after getting close, and rushed towards the person in the car.
Lian Jun stretched his arms to hug him, drew the car door, gently touched his hair, and said, "The smell of hot pot in the whole suit, even the hair is stained."
Surrounded by the familiar breath, the restless mood in Shi Jin’s chest sank after a while, he tightened his arms, took a deep breath of the familiar smell of Lian Jun, relaxed his tight nerves, and asked: "Why are you here? ?"
"I was going to take you out for dinner. Didn't you say that you want to eat bacon bamboo rice? Yesterday, I just booked a box in a very good private restaurant." Lian Jun replied, squeezing his face, "As a result, you actually There is already an appointment."
Shi Jin was stunned, then his expression collapsed, frowning and saying, "Why didn't you tell me when I called you before." Of course, he would want to eat bamboo tube rice with Lian Jun more than hot pot.
"I thought you would want to chat with your fifth elder brother, but as soon as I saw you coming out of his car, I knew I had made a wrong decision." Lian Jun explained and kissed his eyebrows comfortingly. , "Sorry, no next time. Did he bully you?"
"No." Shijin finished charging, sat upright, kissed him contentedly, and said, "We will go to eat that bacon bamboo tube next time... Forget it, let's cook and eat by ourselves in the clubhouse, the weather forecast said again A wave of cold air is coming, and it may snow, so don’t go out."
"It's definitely not authentic by a professional chef." Lian Jun helped him tidy up his messy clothes, and then took out a takeaway box from the side. "So I packed a copy for you."
The take-out box is about the size of two normal lunch boxes. It is made of paper with a cute cartoon rice ball pattern and the name of the shop printed on it. Shijin's eyes lit up, and he took the lunch box and opened it. He saw that there were a number of bamboo tubes tightly tied with string, and there was a smell of rice and bacon wafting out, and his saliva was secreted unconsciously.
"It's a bit cold, but it must be warm before you can eat it." Lian Jun asked, took a long black box from one side and handed it to him, "Here, a birthday gift, and the new one must be safe. Healthy."
"There are still gifts?" Shijin was surprised, and he was very happy, took the box and said, "I thought that the gunfight game and birthday party last weekend were the gifts you prepared for me."
Lian Jun leaned in and hugged him again, without speaking.
Shi Jin stopped the hand of the present, and looked at him suspiciously.
"Be good, don't think about it, I am here." Lian Jun said softly, his hand gently running along his back.
Shi Jin glanced at the car that Li Jiuzheng hadn't left. He whispered a low "um" and hugged him with his backhand.